Daylight 4U2C

Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014

I'm breathing at the crust of the sea.
so I tell myself to stop breathing.
I'm running to nowhere,
so I tell myself stop running.
I'm trying far to hard for nothing,
so I tell myself stop trying.
I can't even fathom,
why the world is always crying,
when everything that's wrong,
can simply be not done.

Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014

A loss of a friend, a gain to help mend

Don't let go!
I'll get you out of this snow!
Hold on tight,
the little girl screamed,
to the frozen beam.
It's clasped slipped,
and it's color gone.
A solitary sad song.
I hate you!
You left me to fend for myself!
Give me life,
and you die for the happiness wealth?
I would join,
but it's not fair.
It never really was,
you always left me,
now your once again gone.
Stop fooling me!
Stop killing me!
Well now your truly dead!
I tried to save you,
you know that right?
I did my best,
just like you always said.
I'm not mad.
I'm not mad.
I'm just losing mind.
You told me that you cared for me,
then left me lost behind.
Friend why is't it so cold to be alone?
It's like my breath is visible,
and I'm breathing under water.
Friend why is't it so cruel to never be needed?
As if I were a speck of dust,
and there's no one I can trust.
I tried to trust, just like you said.
But those humans weren't my brothers.
And now you too,
are leaving me blue.
Why can't I smile,
for all that I have.
Give me a reason,
tell me once again.
Why don't I smile,
with true happiness.
I feel half-alive,
and I feel half-dead.
You're leaving like they always do,
please, please take me too with you.
I'm endorsed in fright.
J-just hold on tight!
the young girl tried to lift the man,
she lifted as best she can.
She dragged him,
but then dropped into the snow.
Please don't leave!
she cried
I won't ever let you go!
*There she lay for days to come,
laying wide awake,
then a bird swoop by the girl,
and dipped into a lake.
The girl looked down at her friend,
who shade was paler that the snow,
she dragged him to the lake.
Cast him off and let him go.
Her eyes were red,
with tears she'd dread,
but she still had a hope.
The bird sat down beside her,
and together they would cope.

Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014

How could the dead tree ever be a flower?

Can she walk on water?
Can we call her fay?
Has she been to Neverland?
Does she go there everyday?
So much to ponder,
of that beautiful bell.
And I will lay in my death bed,
and ponder shall echo from my own little well.
Tell her I am with her,
when she feels alone.
Give her hugs to warm her,
when she's cold straight to the bone.
**** myself to save her,
then watch her from above.
When she think no one cares,
I would vow to her my love.
There she goes now,
I cannot follow,
she runs off to a mystical land.
A world where the sun shines brighter,
than the darkness ever can.
I am the dark,
and she the light.
So fragile to my comfort night.
I be a man who weep for thee,
she is her for someone else, not for me.
I lived before I ever knew she,
and I will live forevermore,
though I shall always,
always wish for a shine of her to pour.
Sweet miracle to grow a flower,
out of this dead tree.
Tell me love,
if I had asked,
do you think you'd ever love me?

Fay means fairy, but it also means smart and beautiful.
Any opinions? Suggestions? Thoughts?

Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014

If you give a girl a wishing stone

If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.

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Daylight 4U2C Jan 2014

For the sorrow in your eyes, lead me right into your lies

If you could sit silently for just a second and weep.
Would that add value to the one you already keep?
We give so much and get so little.
You can't have more, and can't be in the middle?
For you try to be sad, but it shows in your eyes.
And you realize yourself, it's all just an ugly disguise.
There is beauty in breakdown, not sadness nor shame.
But you give a gilst tear, for all that is fame.
Does it **** you inside to see what you've become?
A monster to be love, yet there you've lost all your freedom.
Shall I quote you a sap melody?
Shall I just lie like you and then agree?
No, I shan't for I have some kind of mind.
Your caked make-up was all intertwined.
Now I know, you abused me so.
You told me how your life did go.
However, you slipped some strands out.
Now I spent time thinking, with nothing to worry about.
I am baffled into laughter.
Your life was happily ever after.
Well, I am more profound.
That's why I lift you from this ground.
I tell you "be on your way."
And chuckle, "have a nice day."

Daylight 4U2C Dec 2013

What connection?

I can't contemplate enough.
My mind is out of range.
I can't understand you.
You stand on your own stage.
You pull the spot light and push it away
Constantly, all at once.
And all I want is to understand,
since who you are tears to taunts.
I have forgotten myself in this endless dispute,
of trying to understand,
i have killed all feelings,
and my being has fallen to losing command.
I don't get it.
I'm breaking down.
Trying to be what you need.
Now i'm stuck on the ground.

I got bored so I stopped writing. Adhd haha

Daylight 4U2C Sep 2013

Letter to someone who won't read it.

Tender means easily broken.
broken like a teapot,
shattered like glass.
Transparent means too clear.
clear as day,
crystal as mine.
Trickery means masked to fool.
Fool who fell,
****** who dare.
Trapped means suffocated.
suffocated by drama,
chocked by insecurities.
Hurt means cruel pain.
cruel pain in the chest,
burned out in the heart.
And though I wish I were less blunt. My heart is hurt, my lungs have stopped. My brain is goo, because of you. but you play it off well, so do as you do. I try to be calm and forget it, you know, but this bitter feeling continues to flow. It hurts worst than shows can make it seem, but the show must go on for every scene. So no scars, no death, no drama I swear. And I'll be like I always was. I'll always be there. It's not your fault and will never be. If only...no never mind. Well....if only she was me.

My chest hurts A LOT when I see them together. And everyone sees through me when I don't try to hide them well enough. We have acting class and a play together, but he plays the prince-like main character who gets the girls and I play the younger version of a main character. He knows I like him and he tells me he doesn't like me that way. He has someone else, but he flirts and sits in the same seat as me and text me back all the time and he shines. My life f*ing *****! I wish it weren't so hard to pretend.